Only to see that the flame slowly moved towards the front on the long dining table, coming to a stop in front of a woman, pausing there slightly.
In an instant, An Xiaoyu's heart tensed up.
Has it stopped so quickly? No way!
Just as she was dumbfounded, the flame trembled a few times before continuing to drift forwards slowly.
At this moment, many people gathered around, and some playful ones laughed and asked: "Hey, say, whoever the flame stops in front of, President Shen can kiss them, so... where would he kiss?"
Fu Ziran smiled and replied leisurely: "The lips!"
Instantly, An Xiaoyu's heart soared up again.
She felt as if her whole heart was tightly clutched by a pair of large hands; every flicker of the flame caused her heart to tighten.
To be honest, An Xiaoyu really wanted to just leave right then, but seeing Shen Yufeng motionless, her legs seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.
If...
